What if everyone’s favorite Phantom opened a school of Phantoming? What chaos would ensue? Would Erik survive all the Phan Girl attacks? Well, lucky for you, this authoress has nothing better to do than create. So enjoy!

Summary: What if
everyone's favorite Phantom opened a school of Phantoming? What
chaos would ensue? Would Erik survive all the Phan Girl attacks?
Well, lucky for you, this authoress has nothing better to do than
create. So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't
own Phantom of the Opera

A/N: Warning: This was
written out of pure boredom, because I'm a loser that has nothing
better to do on a Friday night. So if insane teenage girls scare you,
leave now!

Chapter One:

Dear
Monsieur/Mademoiselle,

We are please to
inform you that you have passed our careful screening and have been
accepted into our school. Your enrollment beings immediately. Please
send your first month's tuition of 20,000 francs as soon as
possible. We look forward to having you in our school.

Sincerely,

Erik Destler

Dean of admissions

The day this letter was
received was the day an alleged "earthquake" occurred. However,
our scientists have found the real disaster. We believe it was a
large group of "Phantom Phanatics" screaming. This doesn't
sound too disastrous, that is, if your name is not Erik
Destler, who mistakenly enrolled this group of "Phantom Phans" in
his academy for Phantoming and other Opera Ghastly things.

(Authoress randomly
inserts herself) Ok, let's get on with this Phic already!

(Throat clears) Yes…
of course. So, as the authoress said: On with the phic.

Erik looked at his
class in utter horror. In the front row, every female student was
crammed on the tiny seats. A few of them, he noticed, we were wearing
a t-shirt featuring himself with the words "Number One Phan"
written across the front.

Turning to his
assistant he whispered, "Just how careful was our screening?"

Then, as he looked
toward the back, he saw the male students, causing his panic to grow.
Screaming like a little girl, he cried, "Oh, my gosh! They're all
fop clones!"

The boys were trading
lip-gloss… I mean, fluffing their hair… I mean… I mean…

Erik: (looks up at
authoress) It's ok… everyone knows how fops are (glares at a
random version of Raoul, who happens to be fluffing his pink mini
skirt)…

Authoress: Ok, I know
not all Raouls are like that…

So to continue…

At that moment,
Christine walked in. "Is this the right place? I'm looking for
that one place that you go to buy things… uhh… what's it
called?"

Authoress butts in
again, saying, "A store?"

Christine stood for a
few minutes thinking then said, "No, I don't think that's it…
wait… what isn't it?" Then, shrugging her shoulders, she
skipped merrily out the door with our pink-mini-skirt-wearing Raoul.

A/N: What did I tell
you? Insane teenage girl with nothing better to do… well, review,
but please don't flame.

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